Her face was ever turned toward it.
No Man called to her angrily, and reached for his stick.
“Don’t strike me, No Man,” she said, “for I have brought you a good thing.”
“What good thing have you brought?” asked No Man.
“I have brought the moose-meat,” she let it fall to the ground as also her weapons, “and I have brought this.”
“But it is alive,” said No Man, “where did you get it?”
“It is mine—mine,” said She Wolf, “see how little it is—but already it is very strong and clings with its hands.”
Then she knelt before No Man and showed him the fruit of her deep forest labor.
“So that was why—” said No Man.